| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Soul of the Far East by Percival Lowell: alike. If the first glance at them awakens that peculiar sensation
which most of us have felt at some time or other, a sense of having
seen all this before, further scrutiny reveals a deeper agreement
than merely in appearances.
In passing from the surface into the substance, it may be mentioned
incidentally that the codes of morality of the two are about on a
level. I say incidentally, for so far as its practice, certainly,
is concerned, it not its preaching, morality has no more intimate
connection with religion than it has with art or politics. If we
doubt this, we have but to examine the facts. Are the most religious
peoples the most moral? It needs no prolonged investigation to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: The sight of this incredible emotion turned Somerset to
stone, and he continued speechless, while the man gathered
himself together, and, with the help of the handrail and
audibly thanking God, scrambled once more upon his feet.
'What in Heaven's name ails you?' gasped the young man as
soon as he could find words and utterance.
'Have you a drop of brandy?' returned the other. 'I am
sick.'
Somerset administered two drams, one after the other, to the
man with the chin-beard; who then, somewhat restored, began
to confound himself in apologies for what he called his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Prufrock/Other Observations by T. S. Eliot: Correct our watches by the public clocks.
Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks.
II
Now that lilacs are in bloom
She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
And twists one in her fingers while she talks.
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your hands";
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
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